Children of the Activists
We’re the children of the activists
Brought up sleeping on meeting floors and tables
Some of us began with so little understanding
Of what our parents were doing.
But somewhere along the line
It became so very clear
And we followed in their footsteps with just as much of their commitment.
They didn’t need to tell us that this was what we had to do
For they were busy being heroes just doing what had to be done
And in their search for the heroic they sought out others
Who were just as brave.
They and their parents were there
In the Ages of assimilation, integration, survival, repatriation, reconciliation
And these memories will always be with me.
We meet now, and remember those days so long ago
The visitors, the planning, the action
The embassies, the writing, the rewriting of the histories
And we realise that is who we have become.
The active visionaries who build the future for our children as our parents did for us.
Somewhere along the line we came to see the power within us
That they knew was there and
Would not be there without their battling strength and their gatherings.
Gatherings of power
Gatherings of love
Gatherings of vision
Gatherings of growth
Gatherings of beginnings
This is what I see my daughter begin to see
And it only gives more strength to me.
She and others will stage enactments and re-enactments.
Actions will be wedded to them and never be divorced
Waves of power
Waves of love
Waves of vision
Waves of growth
Waves of beginnings
For they are also children of the activists
Destinies of love
Destinies of vision
Destinies of growth
Can be their power
Can be their beginning.
This poem was written for my PhD Thesis, for an anthology called the Power Sisters.